The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 522

James lightly tapped his wristwatch, and in an instant, it unleashed a flurry of silver darts, striking at the guards who were lunging towards him.

As one wave fell with groans of pain, another surged forward, and James leaped into the fray.

Angela stood there, clutching Vivian tightly to her chest. She never imagined things would come to this—that her daddy would have to walk this path of no return.

Gently setting down Vivian, she whispered, "Honey, stay right here. Don't move. I'm going to help Daddy." With that, Angela turned to join James in battling the guards.

At the city gates, the Queen's soldiers were packed tight, three ranks deep. James couldn't help but smirk. His one-man stand had called out the Queen's entire army. It was almost flattering.

Outnumbered, Angela moved to stand with James and Vivian, facing the encircling troops with a sinking heart. Today, it seemed their little family would not escape the confines of this British stronghold.

James glared coolly at the swarm of soldiers before him, amused that they were all there just to capture him. It was utterly ridiculous. He pulled Angela and Vivian into his arms, determined to protect them. Today, he was daring anyone to lay so much as a finger on his family.

The guards closed in, and Angela shouted with defiance, "What do you think you're doing? Back off!"

But the soldiers, armed with their long rifles, and carrying the Queen's orders, did not heed Angela’s cries. They were there to capture James, and with Angela and Vivian by his side, escape seemed impossible.

Just as the guards continued to advance, two FC fighter jets sliced through the sky. All heads turned upwards as the jets circled overhead; without the Queen's command, none dared to shoot them down.

As the planes descended, a ladder dropped right next to where James and Angela stood. "Boss, come on up!" called one of James' loyal subordinates from within the aircraft.

The guards fired at the sound of the subordinate’s voice, but the plane countered with a barrage of smoke grenades. By the time the smoke cleared, James, with his wife and daughter, were already boarding the jet.

Once inside, one of his men suggested, "Boss, let's drop some real bombs and wipe them out. The nerve of them, trying to stop you."

Holding Vivian and gripping Angela's hand, James replied, "Forget it. Let's just go." He wasn't looking to stir up trouble. The jet roared away into the night sky, leaving the bewildered guards behind.

"Someone report to Her Majesty at once. They've escaped!" the leader of the guards ordered.

Settling Vivian and Angela safely inside the jet, James turned to his crew. They all greeted Angela and Vivian warmly, "Ma'am, Princess Vivian, welcome aboard."

Angela's tension finally eased as she smiled at the familiar faces, hugging Vivian close. "Hello everyone."

"Hi!" chirped Vivian, who despite witnessing the ordeal, wasn't fazed by the violence—a true chip off the old block.

Her lively spirit immediately endeared her to the crew, who flocked around her. "Princess Vivian, let me give you a hug."

"Oh no, I'm all grown up now. There's a thing called personal space!" her dark eyes flashed just like James'.

The crew erupted in laughter. "Boss, your daughter's a real charmer!"

"Can't you see? She's my girl!" James declared with pride.